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A Little BirdA Little Bird Never hateful and never perfect, sometimes nice and sometimes angry, always loving and always anxious, she is a vibrant bird. Her song that rings through the unbreakable mist guides me. Her feathers are the envy of all the other birds, and that inspires me. She is un-tethered and not mine to watch in wonder. Then she flies away. When she flies back to me I will comfort her. She has seen too much sometimes andA Little Bird
I will always let her empty her spirit. She will tell me her secrets and I will tell her mine. She will stay for a while, but only a while and then the dark and wondrous mysteries that twist a
by ~Cornigan
The Dog Keeps RunningThe Dog Keeps Running Outside my window I see a dog running, I'm not sure where it is going but it is relentless in its chase. There is someone who tries to grab him and smother him with jealousy. Who wouldn't be jealous of such resolve? The dog keeps running.The Dog Keeps Running
Someone yells, the owner, they are calling to the dog. Confusing and perhaps strict, but full of dedicated love that could never waiver. You can see in their eyes how they plead for the dog to come home. Food held in their hand they chase the dog, offering everything, The dog keeps running.
Running and runni
by ~Cornigan
My Head Has LeftMy Head Has Left The swings, the slides, the games, and most of all the burning questions my dad would always answer different each time. I remember that there were no horizons, and there always seemed to be a man-eating monster prowling my closet.My Head Has Left
Now though, my head has left, and I can’t seem to find where it went to. I would look if I had eyes, or listen if I had ears, but I don’t. I wander around uselessly, bumping into things and messing them up. I don’t know if it would be able to fit my grown shoulders now, or be able to tell what to do with these long legs I seem to have found. Up and down makes
by ~Cornigan
Looking Down on RealityLooking Down at Reality I am a strand floating in the air, I wonder what I am made of, I hear whispers of life, I see the bright, fuzzy colors of reality below me, I want to tie the pieces together, I decide to become a part of it;Looking Down on Reality
I pretend I am soaring and I see all the strange beauty below, I feel the world has no reason, I touch the edge lightly willing myself to fall into it, I worry I will never settle, I understand if I fall down I may never float easily again, I decide to become a part of it;
I say everything can find a place, even me, I
by ~Cornigan
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- Current Residence: CA
- Favourite movie: Baron Van Munchausen
- Favourite band or musician: Preferences of mood
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- Favourite artist: My Dad!
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Favourite style of art: My own <really? That's self-absorbed...
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- Tools of the Trade: Pokemon cards!!!!
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